Grey Eye Glances Follow

here's a soul that appears
everytime i walk past a mirror
trapped in some solitude
short of breath, never rude
we go down everytime
that i miss what's between the lines
all the while counting on
truth and illusion
to collide, to abide
many nights, many days
it just feels like there's nothing to say
sitting oh so still
deep in concordance
with a will, and this light
that i want so much to be
a likeness of harmony
working your charms on me all the more
it's the mood i deplore
there's a face that i show
when i grow tired and angry
a face that i show you
when i sing you a song
a face that i put on
so you'll say you admire me
but the face i wear now
says the feeling is gone
then again, in the night
i can write of the plight in acts
staged out in tiny rooms
arts and light soon
do you know all the time
that i've lost in this mind of mine
sorting blank paragraphs
and figuring numbers to the dime
to encompass my time
lately all i get is tired
could you light me?
turn my back against the fire
'cause it frightens me
can you compfort me?
and the face that i see
is the face that reminds me
that for all i still feel
it's your face that is real
though the face i wear now
makes me look like i'm weary
the soul that is masked
carries on through the night